The Last Immortal
crazy lines in the sky were the tell-tale trails of approaching planes. He knew that he was
the last of his patrol to be shot down and that these could only be Orian fighters coming
to investigate the smoking crash site.
“Damn, I’ve got to get further away or they’ll find me,” he thought as he felt adrenaline
begin to rush through his veins.
“What’s that?” He could just barely see a sheltering crevice ahead in the cliff face,
cloaked in shadow from the overhanging rock.
Digging at the ground with his elbows and dragging his body along, he scraped his way
slowly over the sand and rocks towards the crevice. He felt his legs begin to go numb as
he dragged himself along, and his strength slowly began to ebb away. A cold sweat
broke over him as he collapsed. Before his eyes closed for the last time, he stared ahead
at the sheltering crevice, the unmoving, unchanged, disinterested oasis before him, just a
body’s length away.
He did not catch the movement in the dark crevice of a darker shadow lurking far back in
the inner darkness of the crevice, watching him. Moments after he fell still, when there
was no longer any possibility of him stirring to life again, the living shadow emerged
cautiously. It glided with uncanny agility over the coarse, rock-strewn ground. The
apparition caught hold of him firmly and then quickly carried him to the crevice behind
the giant boulders, pausing only once, in nervous fear, to look back across the waters.
There was no one to see what had happened, no one to see the living shadow that haunted
these lonely cliffs, no one to ever know that the pilot hadn’t died out here with his fallen
There was no one there, no one except the five enemy space fighters flying high above